[Intro]

[Verse 1]
None of your stories seem to be your own
Skipped out on town just to be alone
Your half-finished poetry journal
Well, I guess it's a bit of a hard sell

[Chorus]
I hate the hangers-on (Hate the hangers-on)
I hate the hangers-on (Hate the hangers-on)
I hate the hangers-on (Hate the hangers-on)
I hate the hangers-on (Hate the hangers-on)

[Verse 2]
How'd you manage to get backstage, man?
Were you the bass player in the first band?
Ah, you've got some gear
Pull up a seat and we'll chop up over here

[Chorus]
I hate the hangers-on (Hate the hangers-on)
I hate the hangers-on (Hate the hangers-on)
I hate the hangers-on (Hate the hangers-on)
I hate the hangers-on (Hate the hangers-on)
[Verse 3]
It's as if no-one pays attention to you
You're always telling me you've been hanging out with you-know-who
Ah, I just don't give a fuck
Let's have a chat when you've done something for yourself, man

[Chorus]
I hate the hangers-on (Hate the hangers-on)
I hate the hangers-on (Hate the hangers-on)
I hate the hangers-on (Hate the hangers-on)
I hate the hangers-on (Hate the hangers-on)

[Outro]
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